Part Five
Sitting down in the co-ordinators large leather chair, Sara sat back and lifted her feet to rest on the corner of his desk. She closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep. She saw the worry in her husband's eyes when she watched him looking around the corridor. She didn't really know what was going on, but sensed it was important if he wanted to meet her in his office.
Grissom entered his office as he talked to the secretary. Upon seeing Sara fast sleep, he smiled and said his goodbyes for the morning. He hadn't meant to be so long and once he saw the time, he hurried towards his office. Closing the door almost silently, he approached his chair and the sleeping brunette. "Sara?" He called as he placed his folder on the desk and crouched beside the chair.
"You said an hour Gil." She mumbled.
"I know, I'm sorry." He apologised as he brushed her hair back.
Breathing a deep sigh, she sat up slightly and looked at him. "What was so important that you wanted to see me so urgently and then forget so easily?" She smiled to soften the sting in her words.
He chuckled and shook his head. "I had to see the sheriff and organise a few things. I wanted to talk about Catherine and this serial case." He stood and leaned against his desk.
Sara groaned and sat up straight as she pulled her legs off his desk and placed them on the floor. "She wants to pull me off the case?"
"Yes." He sighed. "She did, but not after I explained to her why she couldn't."
"Oh?"
He looked down at his desk. "Once she made the mistake of accusing me of not doing my job, she heard some things that should give her a new perspective of her job."
"You pulled rank?" Sara asked in disbelief.
"She backed me into a corner, Sara. What was I suppose to do?" He defended himself as he stood and walked across the room.
Watching him closely, she nodded. "Ok. Fine. Now she knows her job and you know yours, what about me?"
"You're still working the case, but. Sara." He sighed and turned to her. "Don't get more involved. If another body is discovered and you push yourself, I'll pull you off the case myself." He warned in his authoritative voice.
Sara's jaw dropped. "You didn't just do that."
He stood his ground and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "I'm sorry."
"No!" She snapped as she jumped up. "It's ok that you give me the 'too emotionally involved' speech, once, but you tell me twice!?" She shook her head and stalked towards the door. "I don't believe you, you of all people, my own husband." She growled and charged out the door, slamming it in the process.
Grissom dropped his head shamefully and slowly made his way to his seat. He pulled his folder closer and opened it to remove a brochure. He leaned into his left hand as he hesitantly filled in the forms.
Jordan was playing with Matthew on the floor when Grissom came home. He looked around before calmly heading upstairs. "Good morning dad."
"Hey sweetheart." He shouted down the stairs before disappearing into the bedroom to change. As he jogged down the last steps, he walked by his daughter and grandson. "Have you seen your mother?" He asked absently looking around.
"She's outside. Did you do something wrong? She's mad." Jordan asked with a smile.
Grissom stooped down and picked Matthew up. "I'm just gonna borrow my grandson a minute." He chuckled and headed outside. "You gotta help me out little man." He whispered as he stepped onto the patio. "Grandma is really mad at me." Matthew gurgled.
Sara looked up as they approached. "You think talking to me right now is going to help matter's, Gil?" She went back to watering the plants.
"I don't want you to be mad, especially at me." He stopped shy of the hose as she turned.
"You know we have rules Gil, they were made long ago and you broke one."
He nodded and pulled Matthew against his chest. "I know and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, honestly." She sighed and turned back to the flowerbeds. Grissom stepped towards her and leaned against her slightly as he whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry, please forgive me."
Sara turned the hose off and let it drop to the grass. "I'm not just angry." She twisted around and stood facing him. "I just, don't like it when we argue, especially at work." Matthew giggled as she brushed his curly hair back.
"I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't necessary, but you're right." He amended when she snapped her head up. "I shouldn't have said anything until we got home and maybe I could have said it differently, but I had to say it." He stressed as he let Sara take Matthew into her arms.
"I know these cases affect me more than most, but I can't help it." She told him as they walked towards the house. "If you remember, I'm not the only one that gets affected by cases. You do and so does Catherine and she's no exception when it comes to children involved cases. Just because we didn't have any children back then, it didn't mean I wasn't affected too."
Grissom stopped as she placed Matthew into his playpen just inside the door before she turned to him. "You do understand why I gave you the third degree then, right?" He asked, almost afraid that she didn't.
Sara took a deep breath and looked back at Matthew briefly. "I always knew why, but it didn't mean I liked to hear it." She reached out for his hand as she walked by. "You know about my past and I know about yours. It was a promise we made when we were dating, remember?" She asked as they sat down on the cushioned bench.
"I remember, but. This is different, isn't it? We have come past all that and now we seem to be reliving it, I don't want to and I shouldn't be hounding you about cases."
She smiled and leaned into him. "You'll always be the boss, no matter if you are supervisor or co-ordinator and Catherine obviously still wants your job, whether you have climbed the ladder or not." She laughed and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. "You think she want's to match you at anything you do at the lab?" Sara asked, truly curious as to Catherine's intentions.
Grissom shrugged. "Maybe. I really don't care. She can fight me all the way, but so far, she's hasn't succeeded. She wants the lab to herself, we all know that, always have, but she does a good job and knows her CSI's." He slipped his arm around Sara's back and held her close. "You not mad at me anymore?" He asked quietly.
"I'm still mad, just not at you. I can't believe Catherine accused you of not doing your job." Sara huffed out.
"She was worried about you and didn't know how to attack without going through me first, but it backfired. She knows I'm only going to point things out to you and not force you. You know your capabilities and how far to push yourself. I had to remind her that she has to put faith in each of her CSI's." He explained as his hand was unconsciously drawing shapes on her hip.
Sitting down in the co-ordinators large leather chair, Sara sat back and lifted her feet to rest on the corner of his desk. She closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep. She saw the worry in her husband's eyes when she watched him looking around the corridor. She didn't really know what was going on, but sensed it was important if he wanted to meet her in his office.
Grissom entered his office as he talked to the secretary. Upon seeing Sara fast sleep, he smiled and said his goodbyes for the morning. He hadn't meant to be so long and once he saw the time, he hurried towards his office. Closing the door almost silently, he approached his chair and the sleeping brunette. "Sara?" He called as he placed his folder on the desk and crouched beside the chair.
"You said an hour Gil." She mumbled.
"I know, I'm sorry." He apologised as he brushed her hair back.
Breathing a deep sigh, she sat up slightly and looked at him. "What was so important that you wanted to see me so urgently and then forget so easily?" She smiled to soften the sting in her words.
He chuckled and shook his head. "I had to see the sheriff and organise a few things. I wanted to talk about Catherine and this serial case." He stood and leaned against his desk.
Sara groaned and sat up straight as she pulled her legs off his desk and placed them on the floor. "She wants to pull me off the case?"
"Yes." He sighed. "She did, but not after I explained to her why she couldn't."
"Oh?"
He looked down at his desk. "Once she made the mistake of accusing me of not doing my job, she heard some things that should give her a new perspective of her job."
"You pulled rank?" Sara asked in disbelief.
"She backed me into a corner, Sara. What was I suppose to do?" He defended himself as he stood and walked across the room.
Watching him closely, she nodded. "Ok. Fine. Now she knows her job and you know yours, what about me?"
"You're still working the case, but. Sara." He sighed and turned to her. "Don't get more involved. If another body is discovered and you push yourself, I'll pull you off the case myself." He warned in his authoritative voice.
Sara's jaw dropped. "You didn't just do that."
He stood his ground and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "I'm sorry."
"No!" She snapped as she jumped up. "It's ok that you give me the 'too emotionally involved' speech, once, but you tell me twice!?" She shook her head and stalked towards the door. "I don't believe you, you of all people, my own husband." She growled and charged out the door, slamming it in the process.
Grissom dropped his head shamefully and slowly made his way to his seat. He pulled his folder closer and opened it to remove a brochure. He leaned into his left hand as he hesitantly filled in the forms.
Jordan was playing with Matthew on the floor when Grissom came home. He looked around before calmly heading upstairs. "Good morning dad."
"Hey sweetheart." He shouted down the stairs before disappearing into the bedroom to change. As he jogged down the last steps, he walked by his daughter and grandson. "Have you seen your mother?" He asked absently looking around.
"She's outside. Did you do something wrong? She's mad." Jordan asked with a smile.
Grissom stooped down and picked Matthew up. "I'm just gonna borrow my grandson a minute." He chuckled and headed outside. "You gotta help me out little man." He whispered as he stepped onto the patio. "Grandma is really mad at me." Matthew gurgled.
Sara looked up as they approached. "You think talking to me right now is going to help matter's, Gil?" She went back to watering the plants.
"I don't want you to be mad, especially at me." He stopped shy of the hose as she turned.
"You know we have rules Gil, they were made long ago and you broke one."
He nodded and pulled Matthew against his chest. "I know and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, honestly." She sighed and turned back to the flowerbeds. Grissom stepped towards her and leaned against her slightly as he whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry, please forgive me."
Sara turned the hose off and let it drop to the grass. "I'm not just angry." She twisted around and stood facing him. "I just, don't like it when we argue, especially at work." Matthew giggled as she brushed his curly hair back.
"I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't necessary, but you're right." He amended when she snapped her head up. "I shouldn't have said anything until we got home and maybe I could have said it differently, but I had to say it." He stressed as he let Sara take Matthew into her arms.
"I know these cases affect me more than most, but I can't help it." She told him as they walked towards the house. "If you remember, I'm not the only one that gets affected by cases. You do and so does Catherine and she's no exception when it comes to children involved cases. Just because we didn't have any children back then, it didn't mean I wasn't affected too."
Grissom stopped as she placed Matthew into his playpen just inside the door before she turned to him. "You do understand why I gave you the third degree then, right?" He asked, almost afraid that she didn't.
Sara took a deep breath and looked back at Matthew briefly. "I always knew why, but it didn't mean I liked to hear it." She reached out for his hand as she walked by. "You know about my past and I know about yours. It was a promise we made when we were dating, remember?" She asked as they sat down on the cushioned bench.
"I remember, but. This is different, isn't it? We have come past all that and now we seem to be reliving it, I don't want to and I shouldn't be hounding you about cases."
She smiled and leaned into him. "You'll always be the boss, no matter if you are supervisor or co-ordinator and Catherine obviously still wants your job, whether you have climbed the ladder or not." She laughed and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. "You think she want's to match you at anything you do at the lab?" Sara asked, truly curious as to Catherine's intentions.
Grissom shrugged. "Maybe. I really don't care. She can fight me all the way, but so far, she's hasn't succeeded. She wants the lab to herself, we all know that, always have, but she does a good job and knows her CSI's." He slipped his arm around Sara's back and held her close. "You not mad at me anymore?" He asked quietly.
"I'm still mad, just not at you. I can't believe Catherine accused you of not doing your job." Sara huffed out.
"She was worried about you and didn't know how to attack without going through me first, but it backfired. She knows I'm only going to point things out to you and not force you. You know your capabilities and how far to push yourself. I had to remind her that she has to put faith in each of her CSI's." He explained as his hand was unconsciously drawing shapes on her hip.